From Elfin
How much more could a person be wounded? Would my face never smile? With constant new secrets and events, life kept teaching me to fall. When would I be able to stand tall and firm? My head was spinning, my knees were trembling.
If it weren't for Mirza's hand, I would have definitely fallen to my knees by now. It became clear where the man who abused me for years and disappeared for days had been going. It turned out he had a family. It was obvious he loved that family more than us. Ezra might have physically resembled me, but we could never be the same in spirit.
She had never been beaten by her father. I, on the other hand, was trying to escape the violence that would come from him every single day with painful screams. We were very different from each other. The gaze of th
